There was a moment of deathly stillness.
Even the workshop owner found it hard to believe.
Perhaps they were shocked by his arrogance.
Such shameless boasting … …
A mere Third Level cultivator actually dared to stand shoulder to shoulder with the ruler.
But for some reason, when Huai Shi said those words, the workshop owner couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine. It was as if that d * mn b * tch was standing right in front of him.
But it was different from that damned woman.
She was always expressionless, even when she was killing and destroying … …
But Huai Shi was different. Even when he was surrounded by enemies ten times or a hundred times their number, and countless deaths were happening right before his eyes, he still maintained that unsettling smile.
His empty fingers clenched slightly.
Without any warning, a slender sword appeared in his hand. Following his movements, resplendent light gathered, and the light of the Virtuous Sword shot out.
It tore through the eternal night of Hell.
The divinity that was blessed by the King of Light was poured into it, and it shone with a brilliance and light that was dozens of times brighter than before. It floated up into the sky as if it was nothing, and it cut through the eternal dark clouds and fog.
The dazzling light stung everyone's eyes.
But before the workshop owner could react, Huai Shi stepped forward and slashed down with the sword!
The workshop roared.
Within the control room, the Workshop Master howled angrily as he pulled down a lever, causing the large, blurry mouth to spit out countless white bubbles. The viscous bubbles flew through the air like a rapidly growing fence, absorbing all of the Origin Substance, Calamity Qi, and even the Infernal Realm's precipitation, rapidly growing.
But when that majestic light flashed past, not only the others, but even the workshop owner was stunned.
It was like an illusion.
There was no damage at all.
Only the shrill sound of the wind seemed to come from afar, and the workshop owner's face instantly flushed red — —
That seemingly terrifying and majestic slash of light was nothing more than a facade!
It was just for show!
"Sorry, I took the wrong one."
Huai Shi smiled apologetically, and the illusion of the Virtuous Sword in his right hand dissipated. Then, a sharp blade shot out from his left hand hidden at his waist.
"It should be this," he said.
Resentment!
The crows' caws disappeared in a flash. In the blink of an eye, the Resentment had pierced through the bubble's defense against Origin Substance and energy, crossing the almost non-existent distance between them and burrowing into the massive face at the front of the fortress.
The forty-nine point nine meter long Imperial God Blade was blood red.
Countless feather-like patterns appeared on the edge of the blade. Even the sound of metal scraping against metal sounded like the screeching of iron crows.
Sweep!
Under the support of [Mastery: Symphony], it was as if even the humming of the Sun Ship under his feet was integrated into Huai Shi's body, bursting forth with endless power along with him.
High temperature and vibrations suddenly burst out from Huai Shi's body, tearing apart the jacket and shirt on his upper body, revealing his steel-like arms.
He gripped the blade tightly.
A power that was comparable to this exaggerated level burst forth from his hands, pressing down the blade inch by inch. It tore through all obstacles like a hot knife through butter, leaving a new crack on the distorted face.
Crisscrossing like a cross.
The huge mouth that was originally biting down on the Sun Ship was torn apart by this swift and fierce sweep. Immediately after, as Huai Shi turned around, the blade spun around like a dance, contracting and expanding once again, chopping down on the workshop's mechanical arms that were clamping down on the Sun Ship.
As a result, the miserable screams didn't stop, bursting forth with a new climax.
When the two giant arms were torn apart, the workshop's fortress found it difficult to clamp down on the Sun Ship's movements. Under the terrifying power of full power propulsion, even the steel was emitting a distorted wail.
Break free from the cage!
Just like that, in front of that furious and distorted face, the Sun Ship rose into the air once again, riding on the ripples of the Underworld River and speeding away.
"Don't even think about it! Don't even think about it!!! "
The workshop owner roared. The fortress's massive body quickly turned around, and its thick arms stretched out, tightly grabbing onto the ship's tail. Countless ropes stretched out from the cracks in the arms, coiling around the ship as if they were alive and contracting.
It didn't care about the cannon fire.
The Sun Ship suddenly became sluggish, and its speed came to an abrupt stop once again. The dragon's bones trembled violently, and the distorted steel produced waves of resounding and sharp sounds.
At this moment, he no longer cared about saving costs.
Even though his heart felt like it was being stabbed by a knife, the workshop owner had already come to the realization that he had no choice but to bleed heavily.
From the moment they set off until now, even in the process of waiting, this workshop was still operating continuously, constantly accumulating products.
Plunder, production, dumping.
This was something that was engraved into the instincts of every workshop owner.
It was this endless thirst for benefits, as well as the huge profits brought about by monopolizing technology, that made the workshop owners of hell the rulers.
At the peak, with the first nineteen rulers as the foundation, countless branch workshops were distributed in different depths. With supply chains and trade contracts between them as connections, they formed a huge production organization that covered the deep regions to the dark abyss regions.
The more there were, the stronger the power they could display. Even if they had to fight against established powers like a fallen country or the Corrupt Order, they weren't afraid at all.
Regretfully, there was no possibility of harmonious coexistence between workshop owners.
The more they gathered in one place, the more benefits and rewards they demanded. If the benefits brought by the outside world couldn't satisfy their greed, they would start internal strife. Sometimes, they would even nibble at each other before the war even started.
Therefore, most of the time, they were scattered in different places, constantly dumping products in different hells, plundering huge profits. After using this profit to strengthen themselves, they would plunder more …
Until they owned the entire abyss.
It should have been like this.
But in the previous War of Worlds, after the defeat in the decisive battle with the Sea of Lightning, the situation began to take a turn for the worse.
Before the pain of being stabbed in the back by the Eternal Frost Core had dissipated, the bitch who had once rejected their invitation had actually broken free from her cage.
Since then, life had been difficult …
Once upon a time, they had chosen to invest generously because they saw the potential of the Sun Maker. Now, when the woman who went against the rules of production started to take revenge, they once again deeply felt the pain born from this eternal hatred.
In less than half a year, the revitalization plan they had prepared for a long time died in the womb.
No.14, No.9, and No.5, among the remaining ten rulers in the production sequence, three of them were thrown into the Eternal Frost Core by her, losing all their property and profits in eternal torture.
As the direct supplier and sub-group of No.14, if No.77 couldn't prove its ability and efficiency in a short period of time, it would probably be completely merged by No.1. After losing its independence and trademark, it would be forced into bankruptcy and liquidation.
At that time, not only would his factory be forcefully merged into No.1's Eternal World Group, even he himself would become a machine that processed endless reports for No.1 in the cubicle under the terms of loans and debts in the contract!
This was his only chance!
The moment he pulled down the red joystick while enduring the pain in his heart, the huge face on the Animated Fortress suddenly widened its eyes.
Hot steam spewed out from its mouth and nose, and countless bright red streamers sprinkled down from the top of the factory along with loud and impassioned music.
From this moment onwards, the 'Hell Shopping Festival' began!
Countless murmurs and high-pitched screeches echoed in the ears of every living creature, endlessly repeating the countless preferential policies.
'1,000 off 1,000', '800 off 800', 'rare opportunity, can't be missed', 'trillions of subsidies, discount discount', 'disaster broadcast', 'buy two and get one free', 'interest-free silicone wife', 'limited reservation for out-of-print ruler statue', 'get a voucher now to participate in the 0 yuan rush sale', and so on …
Countless strange voices rose and fell, stirring up every rational soul, bringing with them endless temptation.
As the overwhelming advertisements spread out, the big mouth on the fortress once again opened to a terrifying extent. Countless packages of various sizes spewed out from the assembly line like a torrential rain!
Clearance of the warehouse!
Those cardboard boxes with strange legs and feet converged into a tide, falling from the sky and instantly covering the entire deck of Sun Ship.
When the cardboard packages were opened, countless strange bubbles with a foul stench overflowed from them.
Even though there were countless palpitating silhouettes that were constantly changing, the malice and malevolence within were hard to conceal. The instant they appeared, they began to rapidly corrode the deck of the ship, connecting with each other and forming a silhouette that was between reality and illusion, almost covering more than half of Sun Ship within.
If what was promoted in countless flyers and advertisements was a luxurious dream that could only be bought by exhausting all assets and borrowing, then at this moment, what was produced by the workshop was an out-and-out nightmare!
The eternal nightmares extracted from solidified souls one after another were finely processed and divided before being painted into a beautiful form, bewitching one unlucky soul after another until they also became a part of the product …
There was no need for after-sales service, no need for a three-pack certificate, and no need for any standard verification. The moment the customer purchased the product, they had already become a new product.
This was the business rule of Hell.
No.77- Nightmare Workshop!
At this moment, the endless nightmares merged into one in the bubbles, forming a strange and huge monster that began to rapidly devour Sun Ship.
Under the assimilation of the nightmare, the thick armor gradually became transparent and was pulled into the nightmare bit by bit …
On the collapsed deck, Huai Shi could almost imagine Raymond screaming miserably as if he had lost his parents.
But at this moment, he no longer cared about dealing with the attack and erosion from the workshop owner.
Because an out-and-out threat was right in front of him.
Descending from the sky!
When the glorious wings slowly retracted, the ruler slowly raised his sorrowful face and raised the spear, sword, and shield in his hand.
He aimed at the prey in front of him.
"Give up resistance, Outsider," he announced solemnly. "Only then can you walk up the altar of my Lord in the most complete state."
Behind him, countless hunting angels turned into dark clouds and pounced down from the sky. They began to attack fiercely from the workshop owner's devouring!
The Torment Knights, shrouded in gray fog, had turned into a torrent that swept toward the broken ship.
In the sky, on the ground, in all directions.
They were all enemies.
There was no way for them to escape.
In a short silence, Huai Shi looked around and was full of curiosity. "Seriously, can the situation be worse?"
As if hearing his expectations and calls, the generous hell satisfied all his wishes about disaster. In terms of making people despair, the abyss never made people despair.
Above the shattered sky, there was suddenly a loud rumble.
A galloping lightning suddenly appeared.
Accompanied by the sea breeze and the stench of fresh blood, a three-meter-tall giant appeared at the end of the deck. All the Hunting Angels and Torment Knights around him were incinerated into ashes by the electric light emanating from his body.
It was Skull Hunter from the Sea of Thunder, a twin dwarf blessed by the two rulers of the Growth Moon and the Dark Tide. Holding a heavy battle axe in his hand, he raised his two completely different heads and looked around.
"Who is Huai Shi?"
Although he asked this, his two pairs of eyes had already locked onto Huai Shi's position and stared at his head, full of hunger and desire.
"Yes, that's right, it's me."
In the final silence before the arrival of the great battle, Huai Shi raised his hand and asked curiously, "Let me ask, do you have the habit of first come, first served?
For example — "
He glanced at the ruler in front of him and the twin dwarves behind him and suggested, "— line up?"
In that instant, the Dominator's Mask of Compassion and the Twin Dwarves' faces both revealed the same sinister smile.
The answer was no!
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